A world lost to social contact.

As I look back in wonder
at all that’s gone before
homeward bound at sunset
You waiting at the door.

happy times were garnished
by laughter, smiling faces
tumbling in green meadows
Young lovers warm embraces.

a childhood filled with happiness
a world of wondrous ways
Never in a stupor
or a maze malaise.

Through a window I can spy Daily life pass quickly by
Silence through a tinted pane
Just a step beyond the rain.

A tear that at times trickles
Tracing through wizened lines
A world lost to social contact
As my time with you declines.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )